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sokonoi · 10 months

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐑 | MIGUEL O’HARA

| working for the spider-society had it’s perks including a hot boss, but what happens when you accidentally forget to label one of your concoctions.

word count—2.6K

cw— boss!miguel + some plot + work setting + fem!reader + performance anxiety brief + breeding kink + creampie + praise + primal play perhaps? + (f.) receiving + mating press + spanish is spoken comes with translation ;) + aftercare + no beta reader

notes: i didn’t fully translate, some phrases I just think some of y’all would know… also part 2 might come i don’t know!!

It all started when you replaced his serum with well…fill in the rest of the blank.

You run full force down the hall and he’s straight on your tail. The headquarters closed hours ago; Your own self-proclaimed way to gain Mr. O’Hara’s attention was to work late and hard. Hence, why you are tailing it down the 4th Hall??

“Mr. O’Hara,” you huff in exhaustion.

What the hell did you put in that serum?

Your mind was scrambled as you try to think of what you did to the formula. Sure, you’ve experimented with aphrodisiacs in the lab room. On a low scale of course. Sometimes you’d even take the serum home and rub it on your-

FOCUS!

You supposed a man like Mr. O’Hara had plenty of stamina You peak behind your shoulder to see him running after you still. His skin-tight suit reveals every muscle working in his body, and his mouth is salivating as he runs after you, “Y/N,” he growls.

It shoots a painfully sinful feeling through you as you dart into a nearby office. It wasn’t the smartest idea, but you couldn’t come up with anything else.

You weren’t like Mr. O’Hara. You didn’t have a genetically mutated body. You could only go for so long. You hid under a nearby table to the farthest from the room. Saying a prayer that he wasn’t too pissed.

Although that did nothing, as Miguel barges in.

“I know you’re fuckin’ in here,” he snarls.

Miguel wasn’t thinking right now, his mind was in fragments. His skin was hot and feverish from the aphrodisiac. His cock was stone hard and his mind couldn’t process what was happening to him. His talon retracted on their own, and his mouth salivated uncontrollably. What have you done to him?

¿Qué has hecho?

-what have you done?-

You try to control your breathing and remain hidden.

“Show yourself! Now!,” he pants. You hear furniture slide against the floor and things falling to the ground. There’s a wave of stillness in the room.

Your heart hammers out of your chest as a bead of sweat trickles down your neck. You feel small waves of the moment in the room like he’s trying to sniff you out. Suddenly a clawed hand grabs onto your ankle yanking you out from under the table.

“Mr. O’Hara!” you yelp.

Those sanguine eyes take you in animistically. He crouches down, “It’s alright Cariño,” he whispers weirdly soothing.

“Mr. O’Hara, I’m really sorry,” You mutter softly, trying to reason even though your body is saying another thing altogether. You find yourself staring at him steadily. He pulls you closer to him his hands grabbing onto your arms, holding you close. His face is mere inches from yours. You can feel Miguel’s warm breath tickling your cheek.

“It’s okay.”

You sigh with gratitude realizing everything is okay. “You’ll make it up to me,” he says, his body language clear on what he wants. His fangs are drawn as he drags them against the skin on your neck. Air gets caught in your throat as your hands find his muscular arm holding onto him gently. He waits as you open yourself to him subconsciously.

The bite is nothing you’ve ever felt before. The pain is titillating. You should panic, run and thrash against Miguel. Yet, you stay there paralyzed by his gaze. You feel lightheaded as darkness takes over your eyesight. You’re losing consciousness you realize all too late.

Miguel was a gentleman. Even as his mind wanders to raunchy places. His body feels like it’s in heat. He wants you near and yet so far. His fingers slowly circle around your ankle slowly. He’s so mesmerized by you and you don’t even know it.

You were a lab tech, at the Spider Society working closely with Lyla to develop advanced technology to protect the muti-verse. You weren’t a spider-person at all, but you worked closely with Peter Parker in his universe. Your work was recognized and recruited by Miguel. Ever since then, he’s been in love with you and in denial all at the same time.

Sometimes if he imagines closely enough-

You start to wake, rubbing your eyes slowly. A soreness is recognized in your neck, you lift your hand up to touch the spot. You’re too preoccupied to realize Miguel; He waits expectantly.

Your eyes slightly widen as you remember what you’ve done. You slowly turn, a pair of eyes staring right back at you.

You tense up, as Miguel rests his head on your shoulder slowly.

“Relajate Amor,” he mumbles feeling so close to you. He can hear your heartbeat like a hummingbird flapping its wings.

You obey him, embarrassingly quick. For a second you just allow the moment to be. Not worrying about what’s to come of it. Your eyes glance around the room. This must be where Miguel rests. His bed’s pretty soft you think as you touch the sheets and big too. You let out a sigh of contentment.

“Glad to know you like it just as much as I do,” Miguel mumbles into your shoulder.

“Mr. O’Hara,” you hesitantly say. You weren’t sure what to ask. You wanted to fuck him that much was clear, but did he know that you were falling in love with him. Every single lingering glance and brushing of hands has blossomed into something inside you.

He chuckles, “You know better than that.”

You rephrase it, “Miguel.”

His name taste like heaven on your tongue. He sits back now sitting on his haunches head resting in your lap. Miguel looks up at you with undivided attention.

Miguel finds it hard to control himself his body aches with need. And the waves only get stronger as he smells in between your legs: Something sweet-tangy and everything he needs.

“I hope this isn’t weird. I’m very sorry, I understand if I’m terminat-”

“I’d never terminate you,” He says with his chest not a hint of doubt. His eyes look deeply into yours as if he wants you to fully comprehend what he’s saying.

You bite your lip, now that you are so close you feel shy and exposed.

He clocks it quickly, “No need to shy away”—Miguel strokes your cheek—” I’m here right now. I’m ready.”

That’s all it takes. Your lips find his own; You kiss him as if you won’t be able to do it again. His lips are warm and soft like silk. You pull away for a breath, for a hint of sanity. Miguel pulls you back in, his hands finding your neck roughly. His other hand trails down your back settling on your lower back.

“Miguel,” you groan

“Sí.”

“I want-”

“I know, I want it too. I-” His words fail him just as your words do too. This moment feels unreal. He starts to strip away your clothes. Layer after layer falls away. He disregards them away, taking in every single part of you.

His eyes can’t dart across your bare skin any quicker. Your eyes wanna rest upon him too, you place a hand on his shoulder.

His suit was nothing, but a digital after all. It’s nothing that you could rip off. He undoes it, revealing everything to you. You look at his bronzed body, all the small nicks and scars rest upon his toned physique.

Your eyes finally rest upon his cock. Big and staring straight at you almost. Miguel gives himself a stroke for you: His balls twitch at the contact of his fingers.

You blink a little, you’ve never taken such a masterpiece. Though you don’t feel fear, the excitement rushes through you. The fact that it’s gonna stretch so good that it hurts.

You clench your legs together, before hesitantly grabbing it yourself. You stroke it in your hands, it’s so heavy. Miguel lets a groan escape him, he could easily get lost in you. Those pretty eyes stared at him drinking in every furrow and crease on his face.

Miguel is quickly painfully slow, he takes your hand away. “Not yet, lay back,” he commands.

You do so letting the plush bed hug you. You sit on your haunches watching as he kneels before you his mouth ghosting your leaking pussy. You could probably create a river with how much is leaking from you. You clench around nothing as he finds your clit easily. His lips wrap around it, sucking softly using his tongue to flick it at the same time.

You whimper, never feeling anything this good.

“Please don’t stop.”

His eyes dart to yours almost saying I don’t plan on it. He lets go of your clit with a pop, before going back in.

He eats like he’s dying watching your wetness coat his cheeks. You buck your hips against him, he laughs hand finding your legs and holding them still. Your head drops again.

“Yes. Yes,” you chant

Miguel feels himself growing heated again. It makes him feel so good that you feel good. His fingers enter you gradually. You try to fight back a scream through your teeth as tears start to build. Your orgasm approaching fast.

His pace doesn’t stop as his fingers slowly enter you at a slow passionate tempo. He makes a point to make a come-hither motion. His mouth sucking on your clit again. Those combinations were dangerous as your legs start to shake.

“Fuck”—Your head lolls back—“It’s so good,” you praise him.

That’s all it takes, the reigns of composure fly away. His tempo becomes fast and rough. As you feel your worries melting away, “Migs, Miguel Please,” you plead helplessly.

“I know. I can feel you. Gonna make a pretty mess for me?” he huffs out

You nod frantically your hands finding his hair, “Ohh shit,” you whine

“Cum! Cum for me princesa,” he says breathlessly.

His words make you squeal, “Haaah Yes.”

You feel your orgasm as you grab his hair and your thighs clamp around his head. You feel winded as Miguel slowly removes his fingers kissing your ankles softly. “You made me so proud. You did it so perfectly. My perfect girl.”

You catch your breath as Miguel comes up and slithers between your legs, giving you a kiss on the lips. He pauses, “You need a minute?”

He has to keep you in mind, even when his isn’t comprehending. Miguel wanted to breed your pussy till he couldn’t anymore. Until his balls were empty.

He kisses your forehead.

“I’m good, just..” You can’t help but grin. This man was making you giddy.

He smiles against your forehead. He couldn’t lie, his excitement was mutual.

Miguel lines himself up smoothly. He watches your face as he inserts just the tip, and your eyebrows knit together a little. “You can tell me if it hurts,” he whispers. You nod as confirmation nails dig into his shoulders. Miguel moans, your nails clawing into him made him feel so turned on. He inserts himself a bit more.

Miguel feels your walls stretching around him, your cunt unbearably hot and slippery. He feels like he’s died and gone to paradise.

You bite your lips, as his dick reaches further and further inside you. He kisses your chest. “It’s okay, you’re doing so good, making me feel so good.”

You smile a little at that. His dick finally is all the way inside his heavy balls slightly pressing against your ass. He starts to move, taking you in slow thrusts. Allowing you to feel every inch of his throbbing cock. You sigh, at how he fits in just right. You feel yourself building up again. He increases his pace: A big mistake.

Miguel never felt this close before. His tip aches with release. And your warm pussy doesn’t help.

Your cunt holds him inside for dear life. Miguel grows comfortable with the rhythm he’s set, as you relax again letting him take charge. Suddenly everything feels wrong and amazing, as he feels himself cumming. His mind can’t seem to process this feeling.

“Fuck, cariño… My dear I-.” his words stuttered as he’s tripping over them. As he tries to keep thrusting inside you. He pulls you close not wanting to see his pathetic face as he cums inside you like a pathetic virgin. His balls draw up as he empties inside you. He breathes heavily against you the tips of his ears redden faintly.

“Perdóname,” he musters pulling out his cum covered tip. “It’s okay,’ you tell him softly. You’re pretty sure he’s just as nervous and excited as you are.

“I thought it was hot. If it’s worth anything,” you admit giggling. You try to lighten the mood.

He chuckles beside your neck, he resumes letting the embarrassment wane off. “You wanna stop?” he asks. He totally understood. He just blew his load so quickly it’s actually crazy. He’s never cum so quickly before. In his mind, he knew, you’d be hard to let go.

You shake your head, “Till the cops come knockin’ or in our case…spider-man,” you joke. Miguel smiles lovingly at you, as he folds your legs to your chest. A newfound desire in his eyes.

He’s got you in a press. With every thrust he makes your legs quiver. His weight makes you feel delirious. His cock hits the deepest part of you. Your eyes begin to tear again.

“My little vixen, so fuckin gorgeous.”

You grab his arms pathetically, trying to ground yourself to reality. It isn’t long before you body is following his every command as you tetter towards the edge as he pounds into your sore pussy.

“Miguel, just like that,” you whine your voice sore.

His balls slap against your ass as his muscular legs tense with every press. He wanted you to have his baby. Maybe it was the serum talking he didn’t know. He wanted you to take all his cum. He wanted you barefoot and round with his offspring.

He wanted to have a family with you.

“I want you all to myself,” he whimpers

Your pussy starts to throb with the oncoming feeling of your climax.

“I want you too,” you confess.

His eyes find yours deeply.

“Are you close, hon? I can feel you…I’m gonna cum too. Gonna cum right inside you.”

You whine and claw as your body tries to curb the intensity of your orgasm. Miguel’s tempo doesn’t falter or stop anything it becomes quicker. His arms shake as he feels himself following right behind you. Your mouth hangs open as a silent scream is on your face. You shake in his arms.

“There you go. Shit, yes. Yes. Yes. Let me feel you, just like that,” he huffs out.

Miguel’s body begins to crumble inside you as long thick ropes of cum coat your insides. “Ahhh, Sí.”

He collapses beside you breathless, you look over at him.

“Migs? You okay?” you ask after a minute.

“Never been better,” he sighs contently.

His eyes slowly close, as his arms reach for you to cuddle with him. You oblige wrapping your arms around him tightly as your head finds his chest.

“I’ll clean in a minute & run you a bath,” he mumbles out

“Miguel, you don’t have-”

“I want to.”

You narrow your eyes at him Miguel had a bad habit of cutting you off. Despite it, you didn’t know what to do. Miguel was your boss. Was this the start of a relationship?

You didn’t know and that frightened you. If this was just a one-time thing, you don’t know if you could handle that. As if he could read your mind.

“We’ll talk about it properly, for now, I just wanna take care of you,” he whispers softly

A small secret smile is found on your face, you nuzzle into his chest further.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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sentientgolfball · 7 months

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can u pls do ummmm um dew/reader/rain :3 mayb a little jealousy smth smth ....... and like ummmm mayb things get a little wild or smth like idk ! hope this helps thank u champion <3

Next time you want me to write smut ask me out loud instead of sauntering into my ask box as an anon (jk ily but if you don't give me more substance next time i'll beat u <3)

Anyways possessive Rain is the best and you cannot boo me cause I'm right

MDNI 18+ my requests are open !

“And what’s this lovely Sibling doing all alone?”

“Working, Dew. Ever heard of it?”

You grabbed another crate of books and moved between the rows of shelves hoping to put some distance between you and the fire ghoul. You pushed the row on the shelf in front of you to make room for the newest editions and sighed when you were met with Dew’s smug little face peeking back at you.

“What a shame. I was looking for someone to play with and all that came to mind was you.”

“How romantic.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved the stack in your hand into place obscuring his face. You felt a small smile creep onto your face hearing the softest little whine from him, but it quickly fell when he rounded the corner. You crossed your arms as he closed the distance between you two. He was so close you could feel the heat that seemed to always be rolling off of him.

“Come on, all work and no play makes you a bad Sibling.” He trails a claw up your forearm. You have to fight the shudder you can feel pricking just under your skin. You’d be damned if you gave him the reaction he wanted.

You look at him with your best bored expression “If you want to fuck someone so bad I’m sure Phantom would be delighted to have you.”

You watched his eyes start to glow with the mention of the quintessence ghoul’s name. You felt a little proud of yourself for knowing just how to get under Dew’s skin. He stepped back from you with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back.

“You really are no fun. Explains why Rainy took such a liking to you.”

That little fucker.

You don’t get the chance to reply before he walks past you towards the main doors of the library. You tense feeling the spade of his tail brush the side of your thigh. You swear you hear a snicker before you’re completely alone again. You groan and lean against the shelf you were working on when you hear the heavy doors open and then close. For the past few weeks, you have been having encounter after encounter with Dew that pretty much follows the exact same formula. He annoys you, asks you to fuck, and then leaves when you say no, but not before he gets some type of reaction out of you. It’s a game to him and despite constantly turning him down you couldn’t help but feel like you were the one losing. You had no idea what you did to gain the little fire ghoul’s attention, but you did know he was starting to draw you in. You hated yourself for even thinking that, but there was no denying it.

Actually, scratch that.

You knew exactly what you did to get his attention. It’s because you had gotten Rain’s attention. The water ghoul tends to spend a lot of his free time split between the lake and the library. A few months ago he had begun to appear during the shifts you worked. He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, just sat in his usual spot and flipped through whatever he was currently reading. That didn’t stop you from staring, though. You had always thought he was a sight to behold, the way his blue-grey skin rippled like a pool when the sunlight hit him just right or how his fangs would poke out from under his lip when he was wholly absorbed in his story. You were enamored by him. All your feelings came to a head one day when he caught you throwing glances in his direction. He came over to you and you were sure he was going to call you out or tell you off, but all he did was introduce himself and ask if you wanted to know what he was reading.

From that point on, you and Rain had started to hang around each other more often. At first, it was innocent enough. Simply gushing to each other about the latest books you’ve read or sharing the gossip heard around the Ministry, but then hands started to wander. He’d give these little touches that would make your stomach flip and skin feel electric. He’d say these little things that made you overanalyze every conversation later that night in the shower. You’d squirm and he’d go on like nothing was happening, as if he didn’t know exactly what effect he had on you. It all tipped over the edge one night when he pulled you into an alcove after midnight mass panting about just how badly he needed you. The thought was quickly interrupted by a pair of ember-like eyes burning holes into your soul.

That was about the time Dew started to pop into your life. That was also the last time Rain tried for secrecy. Ever since then, he had been very outward about his affection, about his fondness for you. He even began taking to staying in your room a few nights out of the week. Your life soon became overrun with the near-constant presence of two ghouls. At first, it was almost like a dream come true, but now it was just your personal nightmare. As Rain got more possessive Dew got more insistent. It was getting to be a bit overwhelming if you were being honest.

Maybe I’ll talk to Rain about it…oh fuck Rain!

You checked the time on the grandfather clock that sat near the fireplace in the library and cringed when you heard the bells chime before you even finished reading the face. You were late. It was supposed to be one of your little date nights, something he insisted on doing recently, but you completely missed the meeting time. You hadn’t realized just how long you’ve been unpacking all the new books that were ordered. You groaned and moved the half-empty crate behind the front desk deciding it’ll be easier to just deal with the rest tomorrow. You left the library in a hurry to get back to your room. You’d be quick. You would just change out of your uniform and sprint to the lake no problem at all.

You paused when you were outside of your door. You leaned in closer and furrowed your brow in confusion. Either you were crazy or someone was in your shower. You carefully opened the door and crept in. You immediately sighed in relief when you saw Rain’s clothes draped over the chair at your desk. Of course he wouldn’t go to the lake without you first. You flopped onto the bed after changing out of your habit, idly scrolling your phone waiting for him to finish. You didn’t dare open any of the messages from Dew. The sound of the shower turning off made your head pop up. It wasn’t long before the door opened with a puff of steam and Rain walking out with nothing on but his sweatpants and a towel around his neck. He didn’t look surprised to see you sitting there in the slightest.

“Did you use all the hot water?”

“You could’ve joined me.” He shrugged with a smile before sitting down next to you, pulling you to his side.

“I take it we’re not going to the lake anymore?”

“Nah it’s too cold for that now.”

“I’m sorry I got caught up at work and–”

“Don’t be sorry sweet thing. We still have the rest of the night together.”

“But–”

You were cut off by him leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, planting a light kiss there. You tensed when you felt him pull away and sit up. His expression was unreadable.

“You smell like Dew.”

Here we go.

“Yeah he came to visit me at work…like always.”

“What did he want?”

“Oh, the usual. Asking me to fuck him and then making fun of you.”

He looked at you expecting you to continue. It wasn’t hard to tell you had something else on your mind. You played with his fingers as you spoke the next part.

“Rain what is going on with you two? He hasn’t left me alone since you started spending more time with me.”

Rain rolled his eyes “That’s just how he is. He has to have everything I have. He wants everything I want.”

“So it really is just a game to him?”

“More or less, why do you ask?”

You couldn’t explain it. The quick sinking feeling you got when Rain said this. Of course, you had always had that thought in your mind that Dew was just toying with you, but having it confirmed by the one who knew the fire ghoul better than anyone else made you feel strange. You shook your head trying to shrug it off, but Rain didn’t let it go. He turned fully towards you, putting a hand over yours.

“You wanted it to be more than a game, didn’t you?”

You floundered for a response, not entirely sure how to answer that. He laughed and it sends a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze and you see something dark, almost predatory there.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s not going anywhere near you” he leaned in close and dragged his fangs over your pulse point “I’ll make sure of that.”

~~~

Everything only got worse from there. Rain now spent all of his free time in the library pretending to read while he watched you work. Any time Dew showed up you could hear the low growl from across the room. This only spurred Dew on. He would talk to you louder than necessary while making eye contact with Rain the entire time. You were mortified the day he commented on the fresh bruises and bite marks that peaked above the collar of your uniform. You were entirely prepared to see Rain attempt to kill him. That day didn’t come for a while, though.

It all happened so quickly. Dew has been uncharacteristically quiet all day. Simply watching you and occasionally actually helping you. Rain had been on the same page for ten minutes. And then it happened. You almost fell carrying the last of the massive crates of books and Dew was right there. He caught you just before you face-planted into the nearest shelf, holding you closer than needed asking if you were alright in a low voice. You didn’t get the chance to answer before you heard a chair scraping against the floor and Dew was yanked off of you. You watched Rain drag Dew out of the library by the back of his neck, tail lashing as he went.

That was the last you saw of both of them for the next 24 hours. The only thing that stopped you from believing Dew was dead at the bottom of the lake was that no new announcement regarding ghoul summonings was made. Your last straw was when you went to the feast hall and the ghoul table was noticeably empty. You decided that you were going to march down to the ghoul den, find Rain and Dew, and demand an explanation. But that was easier said than done.

You found yourself standing outside of the den. You had been standing for about ten minutes now. All your confidence drained the moment you saw the ornate doors with various claw marks on them. You were about ready to say fuck it and turn around when you heard shouting. The voices very clearly belonged to Dew and Rain. Well, you assumed it was Rain because all you could hear was the angry snarls of the fire ghoul. You pressed closer to the door to make out what they were saying.

“I don’t understand why you’re so pissy about this! It’s not like this is the first time we’ve shared a Sibling!”

“Oh please. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. Sharing. The great Dewdrop doesn’t share. He takes what he wants without considering for a moment anyone or anything but himself.”

“Aww you think I’m great.”

You jump back when you hear the sound of feet stomping closer to the door.

“Yeah Yeah go run and hide at the bottom of the lake. Maybe I’ll visit your sweet thing while you’re moping.”

The door flies open and you stare dead ahead at Rain’s chest, too scared to meet his gaze. You can feel him staring down at you. Your face flushes when you hear Dew cackle.

“Or maybe they’ll visit me.”

Rain hisses and there’s a moment of silence before his hand brushes your cheek. It trails down under your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You feel your stomach drop to the floor when you’re met with that blank face that’s impossible to read. Just over his shoulder, you can see Dew staring at you with his head slightly tilted and a grin plastered on his face. Rain’s voice pulls your attention back to him.

“What are you doing here?” he says softly, genuinely.

“I…came to find you and Dew. I was worried when you both disappeared after what happened in the library.”

“Aww did you hear that Rainy? They were worried about me.”

Rain’s eyes narrow as he removes his hand from your face and grabs your wrist. He begins to leave the den and you have to dig your heel in to not be dragged along with him. When he feels the resistance he stops to turn and look at you confusion written all over his features.

“No” You’re feeling a lot bolder than you were five minutes ago “No. That’s not all. I have no idea what’s going on between you two but you need to kiss and make up. I’m tired of being dragged into the middle of this.”

“What’s going on is Dew cannot fathom the idea that I have interests that aren’t him.”

“I think what you mean to say is ‘I’m a possessive bitch who can’t stand it when the great Dewdrop looks at anything that’s not me’.”

Dew’s words and the glare from Rain make you have a sudden realization. This was never Dew’s game. It was Rain’s. You think back to all the encounters you had with Rain before the day he pulled you into that alcove and realize Dew had always been there. You now understand why he became a presence in your life after that moment. At this point though, you couldn’t care less about which ghoul wanted who or what. You were tired of their petty little pissing contest.

“Okay,” You rub the bridge of your nose “What’s it going to take to get you two off my ass and to treat each other like friends again?”

“You really don’t have to do anything. It’ll cool over like it always does.”

“Rain I am sick and tired of being in the middle of this.”

“You know, I have an idea. But I don’t think Rainy will be too thrilled about it.”

Rain growls at him and you too have an understanding of what that idea is.

“Lord’s below Rain if all it takes is letting Dew get his dick wet then what's the problem.”

“The problem is he can’t stand when it’s anyone else but him.”

“Can it Dewdrop,” you turn to look at Rain who looks ready to break something but the slight blush on his face betrays his thoughts “Would it help if you were there?”

“Ooo we picked a freaky one! Come on wet boy they’re literally asking for it.”

Rain sighs “You really wanna do this?”

“If it’ll get things back to normal then yes. Very much so.”

You did not realize how fast it would all move when you said those little words. The doors to the ghoul den were slammed shut as Rain stalked close to you with that hunter’s gaze. You were suddenly very aware of how easily it would’ve been for Rain to just get rid of you if he really didn’t want Dew around you. You start to back away from him but you end up bumping into Dew’s chest. You feel his hands wrap around your middle and his breath against your ear.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Rainy’s always liked the chase. Why do you think it took him so long to fuck you? It wasn’t just because of me.”

You yelp feeling yourself be quickly lifted off the ground by the little ghoul. He taunts Rain the whole way to his bedroom. You briefly wonder how many times this exact situation has happened when you see the look on Rain’s face. You don’t have much time to consider it before you’re being thrown rather unceremoniously onto a bed. You barely have enough time to blink before Dew is sitting between your legs.

“Alright dear Sibling, last chance. If you wanna leave just say the words and that’ll be it.”

You feel the mattress dip as Rain sits against the headboard. You look up at Dew and see his burning gaze and you come to find you want this a lot more than you previously thought. You gave Dew the go-ahead and that was all he needed. He practically pounced on you the moment ‘yes’ left your mouth. He kissed you harshly before nipping your bottom lip with his fangs. You gasped and he used this to slip his forked tongue into your mouth. He licked into you feverishly before making an attempt at shoving his tongue down your throat. His mouth never left yours as his hands traveled from your hips to your neck. He flexed his claws against your skin each time you moaned into his mouth.

You reach for him, trying to bring him closer to you, but the moment you do he is ripped from you. You whined in confusion as Rain pulled him off of you and onto him. You watched the way Rain pulled his head back by his hair exposing his neck. He squirmed and gasped as Rain kissed and bit at the scars on his neck. Dew reached a hand out and pushed lightly on Rain causing him to stop and gaze at him.

“Come on Rainy don’t be rude to our guest. I thought you liked your sweet thing?”

You looked away when Rain’s eyes landed on you. He smoothed a hand over your head, letting it continue down your back and under your shirt. You shudder at his cool touch and finally look up at him. He grins when he has your attention before darting forward and biting hard into Dew’s neck. He gasps and ruts ever so slightly onto Rain’s thigh as the water ghoul laps at the wound before any blood can dribble down. He pulls back and hums in satisfaction at the mark.

“Now you can play with him.”

He practically dumps him back on top of you. He doesn’t move from his spot sitting next to you against the headboard as Dew straddles your hips and pulls your shirt off. He latches himself to your neck as he drags the tips of his claws down your body to rest just above your hip bone. You can feel his tail snake into the bottom of your shorts, the tip of the spade creeping closer and closer to your clit. You gasp when it pushes past the fabric of your underwear and slides so slowly through you. He kisses up your neck and jaw as his tail flicks small circles over you.

You squirm as the spade traces gently over your hole before pushing in. Your moan is immediately swallowed by Rain bringing his lips to yours. He reaches over you and cups one of your breasts in his hand, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You try to concentrate on kissing Rain back but all you can focus on is the feeling of Dew’s tail dragging against your walls. Rain gasps and pulls back from you squeezing your chest harshly. You crack open an eye to Dew’s hand shoved down Rain’s sweats jerking him as he fucks you with his tail. You see something dangerous flash across Rain’s face as his eyes flick from you to Dew.

He swats the fire ghoul’s hand away and shoots up, grabbing him by the wrists. You yelp as he’s quickly pulled off of you when Rain flips their positions. He pulls Dew’s ass up by the hips and pulls his pants off him.

“I still think you’re being mean Rainy.” He wiggles his ass back against Rain’s dick. Rain peers over at you before pulling Dew flush against his chest by his hair.

“Get under him.”

You shift around until you’re laying on your stomach looking up at the two ghouls.

“Now suck it.”

You slowly bring your lips to the head of his cock and push the tip into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the slit before taking more of him. Dew’s breathy pants turn into moans as the slick sounds of Rain pushing into Dew fill the room. You had no time to prepare before Rain thrusts brutally into Dew causing him to be pushed to the back of your throat. You gag and the fire ghoul whines as your muscles contract around him. His hand shoots to the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair guiding you up and down his dick.

He barely has to move you as Rain keeps up a devastating pace. Dew’s head is thrown back against Rain’s shoulder with his tongue hanging out of his mouth too blissed out from getting fucked from the back and the front. You have to focus on breathing through your nose as every thrust from Rain pushes Dew to the back of your throat. You work your tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock. It’s all you can do feeling the ache in your jaw and your forearms from holding yourself up.

You hear Rain hiss something in Infernal and it’s the only warning you get before you feel Dew spill hotly down your throat. You fight off a gag at the suddenness of it.

“You better swallow all of it. Don’t waste a drop of him.”

You do just as you're told and pull off of him with an obscene pop unable to hold yourself up anymore. It doesn’t take much longer before the sound of skin slapping against skin stutters and Rain grunts biting into Dew’s neck again as he cums deep inside of him. Dew flops forward next to you when Rain pulls out of him. The water ghoul runs his fingers through his hair and wraps his tail loosely around your wrist. Dew reaches over and squeezes your hand before turning his head to look at you.

Eventually you all roll around until Rain is between both you and Dew, holding you close. You feel yourself drifting off soothed by the sounds of the ghoul’s purrs, that is until you feel Dew squeeze your hand again. You look across to him and get a bad feeling from the glint in his eye. He slowly untangles himself from Rain and crawls over to you. He runs his claws over your thighs.

“Dew…” you warn, glancing up at Rain who appears to be sound asleep.

“Oh don’t worry about sleeping beauty. Just focus on me.”

You slap a hand over your mouth when his hand dips into your shorts. You closed your eyes and send a quick prayer to whoever was listening that Rain wouldn’t wake up to Dew doing his absolute best to pull you closer to your own edge.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop ghost #rain x dewdrop #rain x reader #dew x reader #i hope you like it anon <3 #golfball writes

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sucker-for-shifters · 3 months

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For Day 2 of GtWAC:

Post a prompt/scenario you wish you saw more often.

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[If you look at the blog name, you already know where this is going.]

Sizeshifters. Just in general. I feel like there’s not enough of them out there, and when they’re implemented, it’s usually just the basic formula. Why not play around with it a bit?

What about a sizeshifter that has trauma related to their powers? Not that shifting itself is what puts them off, but due to some sort of situation, their powers almost got themself or someone else hurt, and they don’t want that scenario repeating again.

What about sizeshifting that hurts? Like bones snapping and reforming as a person grows, or their body feeling like it’s melting when they shrink? How about tying this into emotion/stress-related shifting?

What about monstrous shifting? Not just growing bigger or shrinking smaller, but adopting certain characteristics, like fangs, or claws, or other animalistic traits?

What about shifter fighting? (Because LORD, there’s not enough action at times. Sure, fluff and tame stuff is nice, but also, KAIJU BATTLE!) But also, seeing this in regular G/T stuff would be cool too.

And lastly, what about forced size changes? Be it a shrink/growth ray, some sort of potion, etc., I think it’s a neat idea to play with.

#g/t #giant/tiny #gtwac #writer appreciation #g/t writing #g/t prompts #wacprompts #sizeshifter #size shifter #sizeshifting #size shifting #May as well tag one of my own stories when I mention the kaiju shifter.#kaiju kid

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devieuls · 10 months

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The way of love pt.XI - THE END

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: ///////

Lenght : 6k

Notes: I’m in tears because it’s the last episode, and I hope you like the chapter (Don’t hate me, pls)

NA'VI WORDS: 'ITE: Daughter; SA'NU: Mother; YAWNETU: Darling; PARULSYIP: Children; TANHI: Star/Bioluminescent freckles; YAWNTUTSYìP: Darling; YAWNE: Love; MUNTXTAN: Husband; MUNTXATE: Wife

Character Cast: NEY'NARI: Your dead sister; IKEYNI: Your Mother; TSENTEY: Your Father; YÌMKXA: Your Ikran; ULEYTE: Your bestie; TUL'PEY: Your future Mate; REYIN'AL: Neteyam's future mate and daughter of Ninat

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 THE END

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Seen from the outside, no one would ever suspect that you were suffering, after all you were rigid and composed, but those little details didn’t escape her.

"Oel…" Neteyam stopped again, and then looked at you. He squeezed the braid in his hands, not yet connecting it to Reyin'al’s, saw your glassy eyes and the way you tried to look strong. Your hand clasped to Lo'ak’s to seek the strength that was missing as you fell apart in silence.

Neteyam’s heart stopped, shivering, feeling a slight breeze hitting his back fervently. The way your eyes yelled at him not to do it and how his heart was telling him to reach yours. Reyin'al’s hand tightened that of Neteyam, smiling at him, as she anxiously waited for him to reciprocate the formula. She noticed where her partner’s eyes were falling, but she didn’t care much, she just wanted to hear those words and then connect their tails and do Tsaheylu with him.

Neteyam looked away from yours, feeling guilty as a lump in his throat formed and the words died in his throat as he saw out of the corner of his eye the way your free hand was touching and playing with the necklace he had fixed. A second cold gust made him shudder, then sigh. " No." His voice echoed in the air, leaving Reyin'to be confused, not understanding what that 'no' means.

The clan looked at the scene with shock, not understanding why Neteyam had stopped the ritual in this way, beginning to think that perhaps he did not want to be Olo'eyktan. Mo'at stood behind them, looking disconcerted her grandson, holding in her hand the shoulder cover that the Olo'eykte wore when paired.

"No? What does that mean?!" she repeated in disbelief, laughing nervously, hoping that it was a joke of her partner and then shake his hands forcefully, trying to make him come to his senses. "No" Neteyam repeated, before leaving Reyin'al, leaving her hands to approach you.

And with each step that brought him closer to you, the emotions intensified in you, mixing anxiety, fear and overwhelming hope.

He put his hand on yours, gently pulling it from Lo'ak’s, and then getting you up. Your fingers were now intertwined, your eyes were slightly open, not fully understanding the actions of the Omatikayan in front of you. The sacred place was filled with a tense silence because of the guests.

"Neteyam… what are you-" You whispered and then felt Neteyam’s arm wrap around your torso, pushing you against him as your hearts met again. You could feel the tension on his skin, the way his heart was beating so hard against yours as he bent over you. Without a second thought, Neteyam looked at you with hopeful eyes. His heart beat hard in his chest as the thoughts of duties imposed were overwhelmed by the true love he feels only for you. With a bold gesture, his lips rest on yours in a desperate kiss.

Finally his lips met yours, seeking solace in a moment of total anxiety and pressure. You blushed at that sudden act, you felt Reyin'al’s angry look on you, mixed with that of Jake and your mother, as Tsentey, Neytiri and the young Sullys looked at you with a gentle smile, happy that Neteyam had made the right choice.

Your free hand landed on his cheek, looking for his warmth to understand that all this was real, while the kiss became deeper and deeper, as if both of you had waited years before colliding your lips again. His taste was enough to make you forget all those people who were watching you not understanding the situation. As you kissed, you could feel the liberation you felt in showing your truth to the world. Realizing that this is the hardest choice you have ever made, but also the most sincere. In that kiss, you were rebelling against judgment, the rules, the walls that divided you two and consumed you in a fire of authenticity.

Like two hungry people, you ate your lips until you could no longer feel them as your own, when you left, it was because you no longer had air in your lungs. Neteyam looked at you panting because of the lack of air, not letting go of your body and gently holding your hand. " I see you, but Eywa" Neteyam’s sweet, loving eyes were enough to make those cuts that had been bleeding for months now disappear. " I see you, but 'Teyam" Your voice was incredulous as you said it, as your eyes looked at it the same way he did at you.

"Neteyam!" Y/n!" The voices of Ikeyni and Jake mingled furiously as they watched you dishonor everything that was created for you. Your fronts clashed, remaining for a few seconds in silence, looking into your eyes and realizing that you had chosen both of you, that one belonged to the other.

The place burst into a chorus of whispers, surprise and disapproval. The two clans witness this act of rebellion, and their looks fluctuate between scandal and admiration for the willpower of the two lovers. It is a moment full of tension, but also of hope for a love that turned out to be true and powerful.

Jake stood up to come at you, then was stopped by Neytiri’s hand wrapped around his arm. " Ma Jake…" she whispered, and her eyes spoke to him more than her lips could, making him sit near her again. Neytiri’s dreamy eyes watched again her son, reminding her when she did something similar to be with Jake.

On the other hand, your father did the same to Ikeyni, stopping her before she could get close to you and take you away from him, while Lo'ak pulled back a furious Reyin'al, ready to eat both of us.

"Back off. Now." he said, putting himself in front of her, preventing her from reaching you two "Bro, go. Now." Lo'ak’s voice brought Neteyam back from his trance state and took you by the hand, starting to run away from that place, under the gaze of all the clans.

Your hand held that of Neteyam strong, hoping that this was not just a dream, but the firm grip of the boy’s hand gave you a sense of deep connection and solidarity, ready to challenge the clan and let it go for you. Without looking back, you pass through the great crowd, leaving behind all that was established for you, leaving behind the words and the looks.

The light of the suns welcomed you once you left that place, as if to bless your bold choice, Eywa and Ney'nari were protecting you and watching over you.

"Neteyam… you shouldn’t have done this…" You said, as you walked together, hand in hand, feeling free and alive as never before, coming near a hidden river. The world around seemed to wane around you.

"Yes. I had to do it because I want you, ma Tanhì. I suffered so much without you, without hearing your touch, your voice… your eyes. Those beautiful bioluminescent freckles that just make me fall in love with you more." He answered by stopping, taking your hands and looking you in the eye. "I don’t know how to breathe without you, I feel dead if your eyes don’t look at me. I can’t, and I don’t have to lose you. I would die if…" his voice snapped as he brought his forehead back to yours, putting one of his hands behind your head, holding you tight to him, as if he were afraid that you might disappear at any moment and leave him alone again. "Ma Eywa, how beautiful you are…I can’t even think of losing you again"

"Neteyam.. I" The words were lost in your mouth, unable to breathe properly because of his words.

"I know, I know we can’t. I know you’ll be joining Tul'pey in a few eclipses, I know I can’t demand your heart. But I know, deep down, a hidden part of your heart still has my name… I-I can only feel alive near you, only if my eywa sees me… I chose you." His last words hit you directly in the heart.

"I chose you too… Every day, I woke up and chose you, but you weren’t there… I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain the situation with Reyin'al, I was so afraid of losing you that I actually lost you" Some tears streaked your cheeks as Neteyam laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, smiling as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"You never lost me, not for a moment. I am yours from the first time your eyes have rested on mine, and I will continue to be so in all my next lives." Your eyes met again his, smiling sincerely at him, as your hands rested on his chest.

"Our clans, our parents will be furious with us after this." You said with slight fear, you knew that once you returned to them you would receive harsh words and who knows what else.

"I spent my whole life being the perfect son, the perfect warrior and the perfect Olo'eyktan. Now I don’t care, you are what matters. I swear" His sincere eyes looked at you, making you smile again. You felt your heart so full that it could burst with happiness, beating so hard that you felt like you had a heart attack.

"I’m glad you didn’t do Tsaheylu with her… I know it’s not fair to say, now it’s a problem for you to become Olo'eyktan and-" Neteyam silenced you by placing his lips on yours, gently accompanying you to sit on the ground with him, his hands on your hips as he squeezed you.

"'Cause I don’t belong to Reyin'al" he replied on your lips. His golden eyes embedded in yours, making you enchant again. " Oel Gati kameye, ma Y/N.." he whispered as his hand took his braid. Your fingers touched each other, creating a connection beyond just physical contact. " Oel Gati kameye, ma 'Teyam…" you return the same words, taking the long braid behind you.

"Neteyam… this is forever, you know?" You said as the strands of your tails were released openly. "I know" he replied, and then look for confirmation in your eyes or in your words.

You drew your tail closer to his, the filaments that were looking for the other, now became one, binding each other. You had to take a deep breath closing your eyes, leaning on Neteyam, feeling every single feeling he was feeling, finding in his mind all the truths you needed. Neteyam’s eyes watched your reaction, enchanted, then swallowed heavily and closed your eyes, colliding your foreheads again. He felt so fragile and delicate in that moment, feeling every part of you deep down, everything you wanted to tell him before

There were some moments of silence between the two of you, as you breathed deeply because of the spiritual connection you were having, reliving each moment with each other’s eyes, changing perspective. Your fingers clung to secure support as your hearts beat faster and faster, colliding with each other.

You opened your eyes, looking at Neteyam’s face and noticing the slight redness on his cheeks, while his strong and tenacious Na'vi appearance faded to become a mess of sensitive nerves. His deep breaths as he squeezed his closed eyes made you realize he was enjoying every little sensation of that sacred moment, making you smile as you could feel his emotion in feeling so close.

"Neteyam, calm your heart..I’m feeling it." you said with a slight laugh, and you could hear every beat. He laid his hands on your hips, placing you over his legs before clasping his fingers on your body. "Calm it…" His voice was broken because of that tornado of feelings he was feeling.

Your lips met again those of Neteyam, this time the kiss was more intimate, you could feel the way in which his thoughts of adoration towards you were born, as his heart lost beats with every little movement of yours. You laid your hands on his neck, not stopping kissing him with sweetness and need.

You laid your chest against his, as you pushed him back, to meet the ground, but he changed positions before his back met the ground. He crept between your legs, detaching from the kiss to start leaving delicate kisses on your wrists, descending all over your arm, only going up to the last to kiss the palm of your hand with devotion. You heard little electric shocks running through your body, making him smile when he heard them too, confirming that you were enjoying what he was doing.

His lips moved over your neck, moving a few braids to the side for more space. You felt his lips suck your skin, finally leaving his signature on your skin, as if he could finally say 'You’re mine'. Tiny breaths left your body, making you feel lighter and relieved.

Neteyam’s hand ended up between your legs, starting to rub the tips of your fingers on your nerves, managing to feel your fragility in hearing him work where you needed most. He had to grit his teeth because he felt his excitement increase and yours sending strong signals to his mind, he bit his lip while the other hand tried to support itself on the ground not to crush you with its weight. Your fingers ended up touching his sculpted body above you, blurring some lines you’d created with paint, all the way to the edge of his loincloth.

You saw the smile of Neteyam born on his lips, knowing that your actions made him frustrated more and more, playing with that moment of fragility caused by you. " Ma Tanhì… a little pity" he whispered with difficulty, panting as he squeezed his eyes again. Your perfume, your warm skin, your little panties, everything about you was driving him crazy, and feeling connected to him through the Tsaheylu made these sensations amplified.

You took his face and started kissing once again, only to feel the presence of your fingers vanish and be replaced with his cock. When he came into you, you had to take a deep breath, clinging to his shoulders, slightly disturbed by the shoulder cover he wore on either side. Neteyam tore off his shoulder cover to make you feel more secure in the grip on him, while he uttered a deep groan caused by your pleasure. You had already mated to have sex, but this time it was all more intimate and deep, the way you two touched each other right where you needed, the slow movements of Neteyam’s pelvis as it sinks and looks for your sensitive spot, how he kissed you not to make you feel pain if he went too deep or moved the wrong way, his eyes that sometimes looked for yours, and when he left you other marks on the neck or on the open chest.

The Tsaheylu was allowing you to make love not only physically but also mentally and spiritually, totally feeling every single emotion of each other, arriving at a mental orgasm even before your bodies were ready.

You felt inside you the thoughts of Neteyam, his fear of hurting you and the desire to give you pleasure, the way he thought even at this moment of you as if you were a god and he a very lucky na'vi to have you, all his love and promises he was determined to keep. His hands touching your sensitive skin, your breaths mixing, increasing the excitement of both, the way you shook his hand or scratched his shoulders for the pleasure you felt. And then the kisses to stifle the moans or the screams of pleasure, your hickeys on him, your shaking of legs and the way you clung around his intimacy.

When your orgasms came and you felt the hot cum of Neteyam inside, you couldn’t help but smile at it happy, knowing that he knew you wanted this. The na'vi gently collapsed on your chest, curling up on the top that covered your breast, while you caressed his braids with your hands still braided. The Tsaheylu was still holding you together at that moment, exchanging information about the experience that had just been made.

"I’d like to hear you like this forever." You whispered, your hand going down to his back, holding the boy tight.

"I will make you feel this way forever, I swear it." He took his hand woven into yours and kissed your back, making you smile. " We are mated now, in front of the Great Mother and the forest. I am as much yours as you are mine"

"Our clans… what will they think? We can’t be together if we belong to two different clans" Your voice was slightly broken as you spoke, bringing you back to reality.

"They don’t have to think anything, and you don’t have to worry about anything." Neteyam moved away from your chest and approached your face, stroking it with his free hand. " If need be, I’ll become a Tayrangi to stay close to you"

"Neteyam, you can’t… it’s your people." You sighed, putting your hand on his face, turning to his side.

"You are all I need, a title is not worth staying away from you" The sweet voice of the boy made you smile, and then left you another kiss on the lips.

"This looks like déjà vu… But now we risk more" Your eyes were entwined with those of Neteyam, he tried to calm your fears and calm you, even if he was afraid of the future.

"It’ll be okay, y/n.. just trust me." You smiled at him when he said your name again.

"Repeat it…" you whispered. " What?" he replied, slightly confused. "My name, say my name" He smiled at your request.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. I would say it over and over again, until I lost my voice." He stroked your forehead, and then you leaned on his chest.

"You’re a skxawng." said you, laughing, as you heard his heart beating against your ear.

"Hm-Hm your skxawng. But what can I do, my mate has a gorgeous name." You blushed at those words. His mate… Now you were his mate. "What’s going on? Haven’t you realized you’re my mate yet? Now you’re a Sully" he asked jokingly, mocking you, receiving a slap on the chest that you also felt because of the Tsaheylu.

"No, it’s just… I’m happy. I’m happy and I’m not really realizing that we’re mated now." Your eyes looked for his, finding the golden sunset in his eyes.

"We are, and soon, hopefully, I can fulfill one of the many promises I made to you" He kissed your head and you looked at him with curiosity.

"Which one?" Neteyam gently caressed your shoulders and back.

"Seeing your eyes, your smile and your freckles on our children" You smiled again and kissed him, feeling his hands sliding down your lap, making you laugh.

"And what surname will we use? Sully is an alien surname." Your voice was very sweet, peaceful as you cuddled up in his arms.

"If Eywa blesses us with a girl, they’ll all take your name, if it’s a boy, they’ll take mine. I’m not going to trouble us for a last name, as long as they look like their beautiful mother." Neteyam’s sweet eyes were melting your heart while you were drawing lines on his chest.

"The important thing is that they do not ride the Ikran like the father" You answered jokingly, receiving a sweet pinch on the side.

You spent hours talking about your future together now that you were mated, you also took time to look into your memory thanks to the Tsaheylu, remembering all the times you treated Neteyam badly. It made you laugh that you insisted on pushing him away, and then looking at the present and seeing you hanging out on the fresh grass after Neteyam had ruined years of dating a woman he didn’t want.

The day was coming to an end, welcoming the eclipse, leaving you two in that place, remembering your whole story, finally you both had found the way to happiness, the way of love that your sister had so much tried to find and follow. The night had brought the forest to light, creating an unforgettable atmosphere for you, listening to the sounds of the forest, while Neteyam told you about his land, showing you the images in your mind. You fell asleep late in the night, not wanting that moment to end.

The next morning you woke up because of some rays disturbing your face, noticing how Neteyam was sheltering your eyes from that strong light. " Mh… don’t leave this time, go back to sleep" he mumbled, still sleepy, as he held you to him.

"I’m not leaving." You whispered on his face, leaving a kiss on the tip of his nose, noticing how childish and innocent Neteyam looked at that moment. "But we have to come back, our parents will be furious, ma Yawne" The boy growled in dissent, you could still hear his thoughts, realizing that he wanted to stay there with you a little longer.

"Neteyam… 'Teyam… come on, we have to go back. If you don’t get up I’ll go back to my clan, come on… wake up" Your words were followed by sweet kisses left all over his face, making him smile while he kept his eyes closed. "Ma muntxatan." At those words he opened his eyes, looking at you.

"Mh… I like 'ma muntxatan', ma muntxate" Neteyam’s voice was hoarse and deeper, you blushed slightly at his words and he smiled.

"Come, skxawng," you whispered, laughing, interrupting the Tsaheylu to his great regret, when you rose.

"You wake me up forcing me to get up, you don’t even give me a kiss, you threaten me, you insult me, and now you interrupt the Tsaheylu. I feel abused, ma eywa," Neteyam said, sitting on the grass, then taking you by the hips and bringing you back to the ground with him, starting to fill your face and neck with kisses. "Ma Eywa… but how can you be so beautiful" He continued before getting up with you and holding your hand.

You smiled all the way back to the clan, feeling the hangover of last night with your partner. Your hands still entwined when you arrived at the village, swallowed as you saw people watching you, wanting to take your hand away from Neteyam’s, thinking he would be embarrassed. Neteyam squeezed his hand around yours, approaching you without shame, passing in front of Ninat and Reyin'al with indifferent eyes, as if the day before he had not left his daughter to run away with you.

He took you all the way to where he and his family were staying, and on entering you noticed your parents were also there with Neteyam’s. When they noticed your presence, you noticed your enraged mother, and you couldn’t help but look away, shaking Neteyam’s hand as his tail curled around your leg to give you more confidence.

"You. I can’t believe you did this on a day like this" your mother began, menacingly approaching you and Neteyam, being stopped by Neytiri’s hand. Ikeyni looked at Neytiri and noticed that she was shaking her head, as if to prevent her from behaving in this way.

"It’s not her fault. It’s my fault, I did everything." Neteyam began to see Jake’s disappointed look before he answered.

"You had a task. Just one task, Neteyam." Jake’s loud voice broke that moment of silence that had been created, you saw Neteyam’s face darkening and feeling sorry for him, wanting to intervene.

"I know, sir. I-" you shook the boy’s hand and looked at Jake with feline eyes.

"He’s an adult. He can decide the partner he wants." You were defensive, you didn’t care if your parents got mad at you, you wouldn’t let Neteyam take all the blame.

"It’s not a topic you have a say in. Please, y/n, don’t make it harder. He has a duty" Jake approached you, trying to be at least a little political with you, just for Neytiri.

"I am his mate. I have a voice in the matter and his duties are addressed to me." You growled, then noticed the incredulous looks of everyone inside the house.

"Did you mate with Neteyam?!" your mother asked, overcoming Neytiri and looking at you with disappointment and disbelief.

It is said that some hearts understand each other even in silence, and your hearts at that time communicated and were screaming for you to remain united. Neteyam stood by you all the time, your hands giving each other strength to face this situation. The silence between you created the necessary complicity to sustain you, even without looking at you, you understood each other.

"Y/n and I mated before Eywa’s eyes. I belong to her as she belongs to me. We are one soul now" Neteyam said, looking into his father’s eyes and then your mother

"You two…" Your mother growled at Neteyam, and you faced her growling in her face. "He’s my mate now. I chose him, mate Sa'nu, and he chose me." You sought solace in your father’s eyes while he took his wife and drove her away from you.

"You. You don’t understand what you just did! I can’t believe you were foolish enough to mate. That’s no joke! Neteyam you are the future Olo'eyktan of Omatikaya and Y/n Olo'eykte and Tsahìk of Tayrangi. You can’t be together. Shit, what did I do wrong?!" You looked at Neteyam when Jake started speaking in that strange alien language that you didn’t understand.

"Ma Jake. Your son did the same as you did years ago" Neytiri’s voice was accompanied by a hand on Jake’s shoulder. His eyes were serious when he was looking at Jake.

"I wasn’t Olo'eykte, ma 'Tiri. I didn’t have a partner, they’re different things. I-" Neteyam stopped his father from continuing his speech.

"Not you, but as my mother. She left everything for you, stood against her clan and left her companion for you. Mother chose you. And I chose y/n. You can yell at me, tell me I let you down or whatever you want, but I chose my partner." You watched Neteyam’s profile as he confronted his father.

"If you choose this path… you will never both be Olo'eykte and Olo'eyktan. The elders would not allow it, ma 'ite…" said Ikeyni, her voice was broken by despair as she looked at you in the hope of changing your mind, but you turned your face, not wanting to hear.

"I choose him…" You approached Neteyam. "And he choose me" your voice was a whisper in the air, loud enough to reach everyone. Your mother’s eyes became sad, unable to express her malaise, so she leaned on your father who welcomed her into his arms, looking at you with confidence.

Neteyam looked you in the eye and smiled, giving you strength, understanding how you felt. Jake looked at you speechlessly, leaving the house to not say or do things he would later regret.

"Ma sa'nu, please… Ney'nari spoke to me, Eywa sent Neteyam on my way, it’s him. He’s my future" Ikeyni didn’t answer and left just like Jake, without looking at you, with disdain and shame.

"It’s all right, ma Tanhì… I promise you, we’ll get out of it." Neteyam said, taking your face, leading you to look into his eyes. " Mh-mh" mumbles in response, nodding, then feeling more confident when he smiled at you, caressing your cheeks.

Neytiri approached you two and put her hands over your heads, caressing you gently. " I see you… If this is the path of your heart, follow it. No matter how many people are against you, it doesn’t matter if your parents don’t want to, Ikeyni and Jake will change their minds. The important thing is that you two keep seeing each other, and choose each other day by day" Neytiri’s sweet voice gave you even more strength and made you smile at her kindness. " I see you too, ma Neytiri"

From that day the months passed with speed as your belly grew more and more, carrying in your lap the fruit of your love with Neteyam. Your clans were able to accept your union and to see you both as Olo'eyktan and Olo'eykten of both the Omatikaya and the Tayrangi clans, the elders helped you manage the clans and like them your parents.

Neytiri was excited to become a grandmother and followed you in every month of pregnancy maybe more than your mother, wanting to protect the little creature that grew in you. Tuk often brought you jewelry for your baby, happy that she was no longer the youngest, while Kiri never missed the opportunity to put her hands on your belly to feel the life growing in you.

Slowly your mother and Jake accepted your relationship, blessing you and offering silent forgiveness. Reyin'al didn’t even dare look at you, the hatred in her eyes was evident and Lo'ak always proposed to accompany you everywhere when Neteyam was busy, to avoid misfortunes caused by that rancorous woman. As for Tul'pey, he was deeply hurt that you had mated with Neteyam, but there was relief in his eyes, for now he was no longer meant to mate with you, being able to continue loving the memory of Ney'nari.

The months of pregnancy made you more and more nervous but Neteyam did not leave you a moment alone, not hesitating for a second to leave everything he was doing to come to you. The long nights you spent talking about the little one in your lap, 'a strong and beautiful little Neteyam', so the Tsahìk considered him after checking your womb. You never forgot Neteyam’s tears of joy when he found out it was a boy your baby, spending hours talking to your belly as he said that little na'vi would hear him, asking you to do Tsaheylu to feel your firstborn together. You knew that Neteyam would become a perfect, caring and kind father, as well as an impeccable mate.

Finally you were happy, you lived with a smile on your face, coupled with the best companion you could ask for, with your clans united and a future Olo'eyktan who would lead two of the greatest clans in the forest. Love in your home was not lacking, like affection and protection. Neteyam managed to keep all his promises, becoming your home, your protection and the one who improved your days tirelessly. You thanked Ney'nari and Eywa for this, now you walked on the right path, You and Neteyam walked together towards the future, finding your way of love after so many pitfalls.

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Notes II:

We’ve finally come to the end of this series. It makes me cry knowing that this is the last point of "The way of love" and I hope to do a remake one day, maybe improving it.

I warmly thank all of you who have read every chapter so far and supported me, I'm crying sm. The only thing that comforts me is that I have many other ideas and scenarios to write, but I will miss Tayrangi reader x Neteyam, one day I will report this clan FR FR.

I’m sorry for some mistakes, but I’m not native English speaker, also this is the first series I wrote after coming back from a long break from writing. I love you, I swear, ma Syulang

-Mel

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melonbear51 · 5 months

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VTM Character Concepts I am Compelled to Share: Malkavian Edition

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Sorry I kinda disappeared off the face of the earth (work has been wild because tis the season I guess), but a bouquet of Mlakavian ideas have bloomed from my brain and I am eager to share them with you all. As always, feel free to use any of these ideas in your campaigns, art, etc. and please do message me about what your characters are up to! Also, PLEASE be mindful that VTM is a dark game so I'd advise against engaging with some of the concepts if you are aren't in a good headspace. VTM is a game, but your mental health isn't. Please take care of yourselves ❤️ With that said, let's get into some concepts for a clan I hold very near and dear to my heart! 1. A Malkavian with severe agoraphobia, but not for the reasons you might think. You see, they are keeping themselves isolated and sticking to one place because every time they go outside, it seems like disaster strikes. Others may say its a coincidence, but this Malkavian is convinced they are a walking herald of disaster, and wants to protect those they love. 2. A Malkavian computer scientist and programmer who scoffs at those who believe in a higher power. Why? Because they are building a God via AI who will shepherd humanity and kindred into a new era . 3. A Malkavian who wakes up every night with no memory of the previous one. To combat this, they obsessively journal, take notes and photographs, and record audio diaries. So far the rest of the coterie hasn't caught on yet, but with every night things become more difficult. 4. A Malkavian who developed an incredibly intense fear of silence after encountering a complete absence of sound during their embrace. To avoid it, they always have headphones to play music on their person, and tend to do things like drum their fingers against tables to produce noise. Though this helps, it can be irritating to other kindred, and a big hindrance during espionage and infiltration missions. 5. A Malkavian who, desperate to cure their derangement, has begun hunting down and diablerizing Salubri, believing the clan of healers’s blood is the solution to all their problems.

6. A Malkavian who is nonverbal due to a fear that some of their Dominate abilities, which have been erratic and uncontrollable in the past, act up. In life they felt helpless over the fact that many things were out of their control and wished they could have things their way, but now they regret their wish with all their heart.

7. A photographer Malkavian who strongly believes in the idea that when you take someone’s picture, you capture a piece of their soul. Fascinated by the fact that the Lasombra don’t show up on cameras correctly, they are obsessed with the idea of getting a proper snapshot of one and analyzing it.

Hope you all enjoy!

#vampire the masquerade #ttrpgs #world of darkness #vtm #character concept #vtm v5 #ny by night #vampire the masquerade v20 #vampire chronicles #vampires #fang formulas #malkavian #interesting npcs #la by night

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creabirds · 6 months

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late night devil (put your hands on me)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Characters: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen Additional Tags: Vampires, Priests, Biting, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, the Halloween Special, no beta we die like checos first lap, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Blood Drinking Series: Part 2 of monster fuckers

Summary:

Welcome to the Halloween Special!

“Don’t worry, I’m a priest here at St. Fiacre, you are very welcome. I can call for a doctor in the morning, as well,” Max explained. As he turned towards the man, coming eye to eye with him for the first time he was suddenly struck by the beauty of him. “It is not that, I would love to come in,” the man offered, a shy smile curling over his mouth and creating a set of dimples on its corners. Max tried not to stare. “However, I simply cannot. I am not allowed, so to speak,” he explained. “What,” Max looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Why?” The man flashed a broad smile and Max could not avoid looking. What he saw were fangs.

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#my fic #lestappen #charles lecerc/max verstappen #f1 fic #f1 fic rec #f1 rpf #i finally managed to make a cheeky lil fic post #the halloween special

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lurinatftbn · 4 months

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in a modern au what music would the characters be listening to?

Man, I'm bad at these sort of questions. I'll take a stab at it, though with the whole people-have-sides-you-never-expect motif this might not quite represent the whole truth:

Utsu: Probably a mix of slow jazz, synthwave, and video game OSTs she likes. She probably has extremely narrow tastes and listens to the same stuff she finds sentimental over and over.

Ran: Black metal and other adjacent punk stuff. Environmental soundscapes when she's reading.

Kam: A combination of classical music, extremely formulaic mainstream hip-hop, and kpop (not jpop, she'd hate the increased jazz influence).

Theo: Ballads, slowcore and folk rock. Broadly, any form of music where a girl sings about sad things while playing an acoustic guitar.

Ptolema: Electronic dance music; house, techno, etc. Synth-pop. Piano collections when she's working.

Seth: Extremely specific forms of indie and progressive rock. Math rock is his favorite. He is the most passionate about music in the class and will talk about it for hours.

Ophelia: <redacted>

Lilith: The same anime OP on loop for six hours.

Bardiya: Gothic country, trip-hop, lounge music. Enjoys watching string solos. Loosely follows modern classical scenes like New Complexity but doesn't actively listen to it away from performances.

Ezekiel: Melodic industrial and hardcore, or overly-sentimental piano music and alternative rock, depending on what he's currently feeling bitter about.

Fang: Experimental and improvisational music - fast jazz, avant-rock, vaporwave. Vocaloids. Probably used to compose when they had more free time.

Balthazar: Country music, but doesn't like religious stuff. Movie soundtracks.

that's all I have the brainpower for today, I think.

#asks

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puppetmaster13u · 6 months

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One-Word Prompts

Mostly for DC, DCxDP, or DP, but can be used for any sort of fandom or original world as well. Go wild! (Each day has two prompts to choose from, feel free to skip or use something else if you don't like something!)

Day 01: Enigma | Silence

Day 02: Celebrate | Pet

Day 03: Gods | Ghosts

Day 04: Family | Alone

Day 05: Hope | Courage

Day 06: Wings | Nest

Day 07: Levitate | Melody

Day 08: Spectrum | Overwhelmed

Day 09: Fire | Gun

Day 10: Mystery | Birthday

Day 11: Ice | Heat

Day 12: Night | Day

Day 13: Hurt | Brick

Day 14: Picnic | Shadows

Day 15: Gargoyle | Rain

Day 16: Fangs | Claws

Day 17: Cat | Dog

Day 18: High | Beacon

Day 19: Free | Fault

Day 20: Formula | Smile

Day 21: Sand | Leaf

Day 22: Songbird | Glass

Day 23: Home | Friday

Day 24: Lurk | Charm

Day 25: Reflection | Teeth

Day 26: Witness | Haunt

Day 27: Scar | Rest

Day 28: Drive | Safe

Day 29: Picture | Shatter

Day 30: Wish | Forgive

Day 31: Risky | Invite

Day 32: Trust | Dance

Day 33: Focus | Kiss

Day 34: Neglect | Connection

Day 35: Solitude | Bone

Day 36: Cook | Crystal

Day 37: Stare | Clouds

Day 38: Luck | Wander

Day 39: Mimic | Visit

Day 40: Dig | Blade

Day 41: Radio | Friendly

Day 42: Letter | Glasses

Day 43: Slump | Snack

Day 44: Vault | Candy

Day 45: Wreck | Ancient

Day 46: Sweater | Tarot

Day 47: Circus | Missing

Day 48: Quarrel | Dance

Day 49: Hug | Cry

Day 50: Disaster | Fireflies

Day 51: Explosion | Injury

Day 52: Meeting | Stars

Day 53: Invisible | Drift

Day 54: Aura | Mind

Day 55: Worry | Guilt

Day 56: Train | Tranquill

Day 57: Rescue | Enemy

Day 58: Breathless | Wave

Day 59: Glow | Explore

Day 60: Flashlight | Lightning

Day 61: Portal | Alarm

Day 62: Fantasy | Orbit

Day 63: Blue | Compromised

Day 64: Grave | Stain

Day 65: Friend | Dreams

Day 66: Exhaustion | Loss

Day 67: Love | Present

Day 68: Chaos | Glitter

Day 69: Rebel | Camp

Day 70: Empty | Beauty

Day 71: Book | Doodle

Day 72: Solitude | Prophecy

Day 73: Lie | Treasure

Day 74: Lost | Cold

Day 75: Crime | Cut

Day 76: Sick | Haunt

Day 77: Task | Glory

Day 78: Chain | Machine

Day 79: Shiver | Outlaw

Day 80: Hospital | Fragile

Day 81: Drink | Fight

Day 82: Stiff | Smoke

Day 83: Green | Blood

Day 84: Faith | Vision

Day 85: Whistle | Fog

Day 86: Hide | Window

Day 87: Breath | Crawl

Day 88: Trap | Armor

Day 89: Antidote | Splinter

Day 90: Race | Piano

Day 91: Border | Electrical

Day 92: Savor | Phantom

Day 93: Evening | Spell

Day 94: Unknown | Chase

Day 95: Hold | Disconnect

Day 96: War | Fall

Day 97: Party | Blood

Day 98: Thrive | Goodbye

Day 99: Mask | Fear

Day 100: Youth | Journey

#prompts #100 days challenge #100 day prompts #writing prompts #art prompts #drawing prompts #dailyprompt #batman au #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #once again can be used for any fandom #dc #dcu #batman

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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There’s also these vids of the two of them, set to “Here, After, Us”.

- Alen ver: https://www.douyin.com/video/7096385910224325918 - Bin ver: https://www.douyin.com/video/7096384282309987598

#Mystical Formula #Fang Yilun #Yu Bin #tried posting the vids but it wldnt show up on dash or tag #???#the song choice #impeccable

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Hood Assistant

Prompt Part 1 Part 5 Part 6 Ao3 Next

Part 7

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To be fond of dancing is a certain step towards falling in love.

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"I see, thanks for confirming Jay" Danny forced a smile as he continued to look around the room.

The apartment yelled Red Hood in a unique way, but it also yelled Jay and that had him extremely confused, although it made sense if he took into account that the two of them were dating each other.

Since at least three of Bill's bizarre theories made sense, then most of them must be true, and Danny couldn't deny that anymore.

Jason was dating Red Hood

A reality that made his head spin and his heart ache, what was he supposed to do now with his silly crush? It was not easy to stop an illusioned heart

Though if he read all the signs correctly then Jay was enjoying his company,and maybe just for a couple of days he could fool himself into thinking he had a chance. Even if the current situation was just to help him face his own fears.

"So when will your roommate come back?" Danny asked worriedly, if the vigilante would return soon, there was no point in getting his hopes up.

"He's on a trip with his team, so definitely not anytime soon" Jason apologized, if the cute boy in front of him had already swallowed the lie that he was living with Red Hood then nothing could be worse. There would be no consequences for him, not at all.

Jason steadfastly refused to acknowledge the endless number of books that were precisely about avoiding lying to others because lies could collapse like a house of cards in the face of a strong wind.

It's for his own good, and this will not bring me any consequences at all.

Maybe if he repeated it to himself enough times it would come true, no matter how much his conscience was screaming at him. Damn charming boy who decided to make him feel things in his own home!

"Well, we're officially glued to each other for at least a couple of days" Danny stated a little brighter, it wouldn't hurt to follow Johnny's advice and allow himself to be happy for a couple of days. A bit risky, but it had enough advantages to consider it.

"It seems so, but we already had breakfast" Jason perked up when he saw that Danny had put the subject of his roommate aside.

He realized that the boy was right, if it was a new formula and Danny was the only human being affected then the bats would take a little longer to create a cure, although staying stuck with him for a few days didn't sound bad. His company was fun, he made him laugh and his stupid heart pounded every time he was around him.

His treacherous heart had not understood that he couldn't fall in love, not now or ever, no matter how much his head recited the entire book of Pride and Prejudice from head to toe, he was not in love, he couldn't be.

Even if the boy was cute, and talked about Disney rats as if they were a fact, or looked at him in admiration when he did something as simple as cook and enjoyed his food as if it had fallen from heaven.

"There's a lot to do besides eat breakfast Jay" Danny smiled as he pulled his hand to follow him, to which Jason didn't put up much resistance.

He definitely noticed the little fang sticking out of Danny's lip, and how the boy was biting his lower lip as if it were bothering him, but he decided not to comment on it yet.

Danny was avoiding with all his might not to bite Jason at that moment, his hunger for ectoplasm was more active than ever, but Jason had no ectoplasm on his body, he tried to remind his head.

He was obviously failing at it, because his new vampiric tendencies wanted to sink his fangs in and sip his crush like juice. But that was wrong, very wrong. And he wasn't a vampire! he winced internally for comparing himself to Vlad for a minute.

“Do you know what I like to do when I'm bored?” Danny asked, swinging his feet from side to side, trying to drive the taste of the ectoplasm out of his mind and diverte the energy meant for biting into the continuous movement of his feet.

"Mutilate fruits and vegetables beyond recognition?" Jason teased, if he had noticed his sudden nervousness he didn't show it.

"Besides that smart ass" Danny rolled his eyes at the comment.

"I have no idea, but it doesn't look like you can stay still for long" Jason pointed out curiously.

"You're right, I don't like sitting still" Danny agreed with him "that made my older sister really desperate, so she taught me something"

Jason had no idea he had a sister, so he decided not to mention it. He would definitely bring up the subject at another time.

"Did she taught you how to swing on expensive chandeliers and a little gymnastics?" Jason asked, if that was the case then it would be a complete coincidence because that was precisely what Dick had taught him when he was a child.

Unfortunately they didn't have the same amount of energy and Jason didn't find funny being dropped off buildings to "learn how to fly", he'd broken his arm once!

"I don't think she knows how to do that," Danny muttered to himself "but no, she taught me how to dance"

"You? Dancing?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

It's not that he believed it impossible, it's just that dancing required a lot of patience even if it was mostly about movement; Danny was definitely not the definition of patience.

"Yes, I like to dance, it's quite relaxing and it helps drain energy" Danny smiled, he had figured out how to divert his new energy "but let me ask you a few questions first"

"I don't see how that's relevant, but as you wish Doll" Jason agreed easily. He had no reason not to trust him with dance questions

"Have you ever danced with Death?" Danny offered his hand in invitation. It was a last minute decision, and the question probably sounded strange but he couldn't help it.

"One time, it wasn't a pleasant experience." Jason took the offered hand. Thinking about death wasn't very satisfying but he was curious where the boy was going with those questions.

"Would you like to try again?" Danny pulled him to the center of the room with a smile "I promise I'll do better"

"I didn't picture you as a grim reaper," Jason teased as he followed him into the center of the room, trying to ignore all the implications.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not" Danny said cryptically, although it was obvious he was joking "Anyway, I promise to treat you better than she did"

"Okay, but we're going to need some music" Jason commented, reaching over to take his phone.

"I have it solved, pretty boy" Danny hit the play button on his phone as a song began to play. Did he have his phone the whole time? Jason wondered.

I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along

The song didn't sound familiar to Jason, but the melody relaxed him, and he began to follow in Danny's footsteps. Which seemed to be looking at him with a smile on his face as he gently swayed across the living room.

Now in its place is something new

Jason recalled the happy moments after getting out of Ra's contaminated pit. When he thought that he would be listed as a villain but instead the inhabitants of Crime Alley began to follow him, considering him their protector. When he was greeted with a hug instead of a frown, so similar but different from when he was a child.

I hear it when I look at you

Danny continued to take careful steps as he moved around the room. He liked being with Jason, it made him feel free in a way his family never could.

Jazz had been his only salvation, the only escape he could allow himself, and yet when she left Amity he didn't feel bad; just empty, a little sad. Maybe it was because he knew he was stopping his sister, one way or another.

Danny was aware that Jazz had never been able to afford a normal childhood because of him, that their parents meant well but their intentions were not good to take care of something more than themselves

With simple songs I wanted more, perfection is so quick to bore

Jason remembered his family nights, when they were all together. Or at least pretending to be; The times when they got together to watch Cass's dance recitals. The moment the whole family hosted a small dinner to celebrate Tim's promotion to CEO.

When everyone was a normal family instead of reluctant allies, when his family showed love to each other without words, which never worked for them anyway. And he remembered hating having to come out of the perfect picture.

He remembered how much he'd missed Dick's little pranks, having to force Tim to get some sleep, cooking for Cass, even having an afternoon explaining Damian about art history.

But he didn't belong in that painting. The moment he died he was banned from Bruce Wayne's beautiful family, the boy who was welcome in that loving home was left underground.

He returned to life worse than ever and without the right to return home, the small moments in which they seemed to accept him were only fantasies and he felt like crying or shouting at the world for that injustice.

I'm Jason Todd, and as much as you screw me up, I'm still standing.

He just didn't know where he was standing.

You are more beautiful by far

Danny watched a series of complicated expressions pass over Jason's face and decided to help, he turned him around as they talked "Don't think about it, even if it causes you pain, you must remember that you are still standing"

Danny knew a lot about having complicated emotions on different situations, and maybe he wasn't the best at giving advice but it didn't hurt to try "sometimes, it's better to accept that acting is the best solution"

Jason knew they weren't on the same line of conversation but answered anyway "No, leaving means dying."

Leaving meant going back to his family, meant waiting for acceptance where he had no right. Exposing them to danger out of a selfish desire to have someone to depend on again.

Leaving meant going back to being the scared little boy inside an explosion that led to his death. It meant talking about how he felt even if no one was willing to listen to his words. Jason was tired of being the one to get scared, the one to protect others, but what choice did he have? There was no choice but to face the world head on, get angry, and do something about it where no one else was.

Danny looked at him a little confused but remembered what Jazz had told him "On the contrary, leaving means living before you die"

He would know, he had died because of his parents desire for knowledge, he forced himself to be there for others even when there was no one for him. He refused to accept that there was someone other than him to solve the world's problems, no matter how heavy they were. The city blamed all its problems on the recently dead boy, and he did nothing to contradict them.

Sam and Tucker knew it, they had tried so many times to get the city to leave him alone, but they were just kids. None of them could see an alternative, a different way to act, a way to save themselves as well as the others. Danny gave up because no one had saved him, and maybe no one would ever come to save him.

He gave up to such an extent that he forgot that it was possible to save himself. That he could learn how to swim in the sea that was drowning him. That respirators existed for those who could not breathe.

He chained himself to a duty that was not his and lost everything he cared about, until his home felt like a death trap, his parents like enemies, and his city like a prison. But over the years he got it, he didn't have to be there, he had to act fast, move, leave.

The reason he came to Gotham was because he needed to live again, he needed to remember that he was as alive as he was dead.

"Jason, it's okay to wish others well, to wish them to be perfectly happy, but just like everyone else, you must also allow yourself to be happy in the same way" The halfa decided to say as he continued the dance.

Maybe it was a pointless comment, and it had nothing to do with what Jay was thinking, but he needed to let him know, for his own sake as well as his.

Our flaws are who we really are

Jason allowed himself to think on his words for a moment. Danny had no idea of his identity as Red Hood, would he still say the same after finding out? It was unlikely, but he liked to believe so.

"What makes you so sure it's the best solution?" He asked quietly, when Danny talked about acting he thought maybe he should act in response to his own fears.Take action and leave them behind.

"You don't know, I think that's the thrill of living" Danny smiled as he increased the speed of his steps "sometimes you have to take risks hoping for the best"

One thing he learned after he died was that fear of taking risks was unnecessary. If something was going to happen it would, even if you tried to avoid it in every possible way. It was just the way fate worked. What people used to forget is that they were in control of their own fate.

"Taking risks could get you killed," Jason stated with a frown, following his movements a little more robotically than he intended.

"I'll teach you something that someone important to me taught me" Danny stated, remembering one of Clockwork's lessons.

I used to hear a simple song

"What will you tell me? That there is no point in fearing death because there is so much to live for? Someone gave me that talk a long time ago" and he had died for having listened to it, for throwing himself without precautions like his father had taught him.

"No Jay, nobody wants to die," Danny assured, recalling his own experience "even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there"

"So?" Jason frowned, not quite understanding.

"However, we all end up dying right?" Danny smiled sadly "some sooner than others, but no one escapes it"

"This isn't making me feel any better, Doll" Jason said.

"I didn't mean to make you feel better, just to tell you that there's no point in being afraid to act because death will always be there, it will still do it if you decide not to act, you know?" Danny said as he pulled him closer to himself, even if he was a little short he could lead the dance.

Jason sighed accepting the point as he tried to relax. Maybe Danny was right and he should stop being so cautious around what he loved.

But he had spent so much time being afraid of hurting them that he didn't know how to stop. Maybe things will get better now. Even if most of his siblings backed away from him out of caution, it was the best he'd been in a long time.

That was until you came along

Jason noticed at that moment that the pits weren't acting, he wasn't angry. He was sad, desperate, maybe a little heartbroken but definitely not angry. For some reason Danny helped with that, something in that carefree boy with cooking problems made him feel better.

Neither of the two boys noticed how Danny was slowly feeding on the corrupted ectoplasm the longer they maintained contact. How his fangs were getting smaller and his urge to bite lessened. The halfa assumed it was just a positive effect of dancing.

Jason just felt better overall as he continued with the dance. He attributed it to his growing feelings for the cute boy. Something about that goofy boy, who had a problem with taking care of himself and a lot of mysteries wrapped around just appealed to him. Maybe it was time to start accepting it, at least until the effects of the gas wore off and they both had to go back to the real world far from the apartment.

You took my broken melody

Jason closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the song. He felt broken, the pits made him feel like a damaged product but it would be hypocritical of him to say that because he told Danny that people couldn't be defective right? It was time to start believing his own words.

Humans weren't born defective, and radioactive pits weren't going to change that. He just had to keep repeating that long enough for him to gain the courage to act on his words. Until the moment he allowed himself to return to the side of the family and recognize that he deserved love too, the love that many of them were willing to give him.

Danny also closed his eyes, letting himself go, a little guilty for having to teach Jay such a bittersweet lesson, Clockwork wasn't the best with feelings, nor how to express them. Clockwork was time, time was honest in every way and did not embellish the truth.

Clockwork was his mentor and yet they had met because he was destined to die. Apparently when time doesn't like the fate you're taking he decides it is better to let you know. Danny wondered if Clocky would yell at him if falling for Jason was a bad idea.

And now I hear a symphony

When they both opened their eyes, they were smiling. By some miracle neither of them had tripped over something in the room, or maybe it was just fate acting but they felt a little better.

They finished the song tired, with their hair completely tousled but feeling lighter than they had ever felt before. Who would have thought that a dance could free so much of what you have trapped? And make you think about the situation a little more.

Maybe ignoring the world for a couple of days while staying inside the apartment wasn't such a bad idea after all. Perhaps it was the best idea either of them had ever come up with.

Danny pointed at his phone again and Jason nodded. It was morning and they had a lot of time to waste, so dancing a little more was not a bad idea.

"Love" sang the little crow watching them from the couch, for some reason he had stopped speaking during the entire exchange, maybe he understood the scene, or he was just tired.

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"No, no, no, no, I refuse" Johnny said as he pushed Amorpho out of the apartment.

The moment Danny had walked through that door with red eyes, he knew that was definitely not his usual roomie but an impostor.

"No refunds, until Danny gets back from the alleged kidnapping this is a roomie swap" Amorpho sneered as he pushed Johnny into the apartment again "Move over, a new star has come to town"

"But that could take DAYS" Johnny grumbled. He was glad that Danny was with his crush, maybe making some headway. What he didn't like was an intruder in his temporary haunt.

"It's good than I'm replacing him at school then" Amorpho scoffed, stealing Johnny's spot on the couch, Johnny dramatically inhaled and pointed at him in offense.

"MY COUCH" The motorcyclist complained. It had been his couch since the day he'd arrived, which might not sound like much, but by now Johnny had already claimed the couch as his own. His place.

"Our couch" Amorpho corrected him.

He was well aware that the ghost didn't like his company, but he needed a place to stay since he had been dragged to Gotham anyway.

Besides, now that he had new friends and had joined the drama club to star in Beauty and the Beast then he had to stay until the production was over.

If he was completely honest, even if Danny was bounding back out that door in a matter of minutes he'd deny him from going back to college for a long time. He had already put enough effort into attending that supposed advanced physics class for all his efforts to be despised.

Shadow simply sighed as they peeked out of Johnny's shadow to see the new temporary resident and went back into hiding, they weren't going to deal with that.

On the other hand, Cujo woke up and began to bark at the two ghosts until they paid attention to him.

"What's wrong Cujo?" Johnny asked, preferring to pay more attention to the pup than to the couch usurping ghost.

Cujo grunted as he held up a very particular can of soup, to which Johnny cocked his head in confusion.

"That's Danny's ectoplasm" the motorcyclist stated before realizing the problem "DANNY LEFT WITHOUT HIS ECTOPLASM"

"Is that a bad thing?" Amorpho asked curiously looking at the can, honestly it only brought back bad memories "Gotham has enough ectoplasm for him"

"Sure, but Danny's been feeding on pure ectoplasm instead of human food for a while, do you know what that means?" Johnny put his hands on Amorpho's shoulders and started to shake him "he'll have a reaction!"

"How bad can it be?" Amorpho snorted.

"He'll start biting the floor" Johnny said seriously, remembering Lunch's story of the first time she had to deliver emergency ectoplasm to Danny's new haunt because the halfa had run out of reserves "his body will look for the nearest ectoplasm and I'm sorry if I I don't want to become a teether toy for halfas"

"Danny is far from here" Amorpho brushed off the concern.

"But we're the purest ectoplasm in the area," Johnny stated, shaking the can.

"Okay, let's go find him and give him his silly ectoplasm," Amorpho grumbled, "where is he though?"

Cujo groaned as he lay down on the floor, his new caretakers were useless and he wished Danny would come back soon.

Oblivious to the ghosts, Gotham had a perfectly accessible source of ectoplasm below the city, and a slightly impure source right next to the halfa.

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After a morning in which they both danced their hearts out, Danny and Jason had decided to take a nap, they never let go of each other's hand. Of course, when Jason woke up he didn't expect to see a suspicious shadow moving through his kitchen. The crow was happily sleeping next to the window.

"What are you doing in my house?" Jason questioned absently before noticing that indeed, there was someone there "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"

"I want waffle fries" Dick came out of the darkness with an empty plate, looking at his brother with a pleading face.

"I'm not going to cook for you right now" Jason said offended "What am I, your personal chef?"

"Since you're the only one who can cook, yes" Dick nodded, offering his empty plate again.

"That's a complete lie, you could have asked Alfie and you know it" Jason pointed at him accusingly.

Before the two began arguing among themselves, the halfa decided it was better if they noticed him, he assumed Jay had forgotten he was in the room.

"Um, Jay?" Danny tugged at Jason's nightshirt, hiding himself from the sight of the guy who randomly walked into the house "Who is he?"

Danny was lucky to decide not to attack the sudden threat, because the two of them seemed pretty close to each other, however, who walks into someone else's house randomly to order fries?

"Oh, you had a guest" Dick said stupidly.

"Yes, I have a guest," Jason growled in annoyance "Would you mind explaining to him what you're doing here, officer fries?"

Jason and Dick had a staring contest, challenging the other to speak first. However, Dick lost first because Jason nodded towards his empty plate and he took the cue.

If I talk I'm not going to cook anything for you

"I'm sorry, I'm officer Richard Grayson, I usually contact this young man to give him the details of the cases in which he is involved" Dick said clearing his throat, it seemed that being a police officer had served him well.

"Do you get into a lot of trouble?" Danny looked at Jason, concerned, dating Hood must really put him in danger.

"Yes, as Hood's assistant" he said emphasizing the title while looking at the officer "I'm usually the one who talks to the police and stuff, so we're very familiar with each other"

Officer Grayson nodded but Danny looked at the empty plate with a raised eyebrow, he didn't quite believe them.

"Still totally a Dick move, mate" Danny pointed at the officer, who tried to cover his laughter at the comment with a cough "you don't go into other people's houses and demand food"

"And yet I'm going to cook his dumb fries." Jason rolled his eyes as he snatched the empty plate from Dick's hands "come on Danny."

"I was informed that you were involved in Scarecrow's attack" Dick said curiously "is that why you guys are so close?"

Inwardly, Dick wondered if the union was really due to Scarecrow's attack and not his brother's new crush. Maybe it could be both, considering Jason “Pitter” Todd looked so possessive of the civilian when he took him away.

"You're a very nosy police officer" Jason shot him a stink-eye "we found the effects wear off for him with physical contact"

"You should probably inform the bats," Dick said offhandedly, though the message was obvious. I'll tell the bats.

"Bats are very nosy, they don't need more information about it" Jason refused. Don't you dare.

"However, it might be useful for them to have more information to combat the gas" Dick replied. They need to know.

"It's irrelevant information, they don't need to know" Jason said. They don't need to know about Danny.

Danny just watched the discussion not knowing if he should interrupt. He felt he was missing something but he was never good at reading between the lines.

"Excuse me, why would it help to tell the bats?" Danny asked the officer, frowning "I know they're fascinating animals, but I don't see how they can be of any help,"

"You don't know who the bats are?" Dick questioned in shock, if the guy worked for Hood he should know.

"He's not from Gotham," Jason hastened to clarify "The Bats are a group of vigilantes who dress up as bats to fight crime"

"So, furries?" Danny cocked his head considering the new information.

"If you say it like that it sounds horrible" Dick grimaced, although if you looked at it from another angle they really did

"There's nothing wrong with that, my friend Tucker is one, it's a matter of taste I think" Danny shrugged.

"Wait, didn't you say you've been living in Gotham for a few months?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "How come you've never heard of the Bats or even Crane?"

"Well, I think I did but…" Danny thought about his first days in Gotham.

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Danny was tired, after running away from Amity he needed a place to stay but why did it have to be in New Jersey? Something bad always happens in New Jersey! According to Sam.

He looked at the city sign that said "Welcome to Gotham City, the worst place to live" and even though the latter was written in graffiti he smiled, well at least it felt like home..

However, the smile faded from his face as soon as he saw a clown laughing at a guy in a bat costume while he enrolled in his new university; he wasn't going to judge their clothing choices, but why a clown?

He found out later that the madman was called "Joker", (some self-assigned nickname, perhaps?) and caused a lot of destruction, to the point where the city had something called "Joker insurance", apparently the furry also had "Batman insurance" for property damage.

The halfa decided to classify them as rogues of the city. Amity had a lot of them before the portal closed, and perhaps they were in competition with each other to see who had the most control in Gotham.

So when his classmate Amy mentioned that Batman had destroyed her house to catch Dr. Freeze he frowned.

Batman must be very possessive of Gotham's control.

As he explored the city in search of an apartment he met some very colorful people: a bat man, a crocodile man, a woman dressed as plants, more clowns and even two cats!

Maybe Gotham just dressed so extravagantly out of habit, and it wasn't really a weird thing, they were just all weird by default, or a lot of cosplayers.

Then when he visualized a boy with bat ears he shrugged. He must be part of a theme band, or maybe he's a fan of that Bat-man guy.

When he "borrowed" his apartment in Crime Alley he decided to relax and ignore all the rumors. Soon after, his university was destroyed by this "Joker" guy and he had to take online classes for a while.

The Goons sometimes talked about people he didn't understand "Poison Ivy" "Catwoman" "Harley Quinn" he guessed they were code-speaking by nicknames; he decided to ignore it and ask someone later, he didn't want to be nosy and he doubted it would affect him in the near future.

By the time face-to-face classes returned, he noticed that many of his classmates were whispering about a Scarecrow man, which he considered rude so he shut down the rumors. You shouldn't talk behind others' backs after all.

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"I heard of Batman, but I thought he was a very possessive rogue, I had no idea he was a vigilante" Danny shrugged "or had an entourage."

"It's not an entourage!" Dick exclaimed "it's camaraderie and mutual respect"

"Yes, an entourage of bats" the halfa nodded as he followed Jason into the kitchen.

"No wait, you thought Batman was a villain?" Jason smiled broadly, he needed to share that with his other siblings.

"Fights with others, causes property damage, he's possessive of the city" Danny began to count on his fingers "Yeah, it seemed like villainous behavior"

"But he also donates to the city, fights the real villains and keeps the streets safe" Dick replied.

"No, from what I heard Bruce Wayne donates to the city, even though fighting bad guys is a good reason I thought he was doing it out of possessiveness" Danny clarified.

"You have no idea about villains or vigilantes but you know exactly who Bruce Wayne is?" Jason raised an eyebrow, taking out the materials to cook the potatoes.

"Well, I had to know who to run from, obviously" Danny said, rolling his eyes.

"Why would you run from Bruce Wayne?" Dick asked feeling doubtful "he's just a playboy with a lot of kids"

"I don't like millionaires" Danny narrowed his eyes "and I remember reading that he had a son named Richard, just like you"

"Okay, you got me, he's my dad" Dick sighed, there was no point in denying it if the boy was paranoid with millionaires.

Although neither of the other two knew about it, Danny was very paranoid about people with money and big houses. He investigated Bruce Wayne to get out of his way, just like Lex Luthor and Oliver Queen, Vlad had left him a bad experience that he didn't plan to repeat.

"I'm sorry for your loss" Danny patted Dick's shoulder solemnly.

"I'm not dead" Dick said, offended.

"If you're not offended, why don't you go back to the mansion and have Alfred cook your fries, eh?" Jason smirked as he pointed at Dick with a knife.

"You're scary when you have a knife in your hand," Dick pointed out, though he didn't seem threatened at all "But I didn't want to upset Alfie, I moved a long time ago"

"Or you didn't want to see Bruce, you probably got into a fight with him again," Jason pointed out as he went back to his task of cutting potatoes with one hand.

The halfa tried to help him by cutting another part of the potatoes, but most of his potato pieces were jagged. So he frowned and tried to do a little better.

"Again, sorry for your loss" Danny repeated "millionaires can't be trusted, I get it officer"

Every millionaire has a secret basement and something to hide. The halfa refrained from saying out loud, it would be impolite to speak ill of the father of the non-guest.

Dick rolled his eyes, even if Jason wasn't wrong and he had fought with Bruce, he wouldn't let him know. It was quite obvious that the family had some problems with each other.

"Oh, who's Alfie?" Danny asked remembering the name "The only thing I understood is that he could cook"

"He's a cat," Jason said nonchalantly, taking the jagged potato wedges Danny made along with his own and starting to cook them.

"No, he's my butler" Dick corrected his younger brother before Danny had any ideas. He already had weird theories with millionaires, surely he didn't need fuel to theorize about butlers too.

"But it's also a cat" Jason said again. It was quite easy to tease his older brother at the moment, and since his roles were usually opposite, he was having fun.

"He's a butler cat who can cook?" Danny asked, more and more confused. The mental image of a small white cat with a frying pan flashed into his mind and he chuckled. He reminded him of one of the videos he had seen online.

"Alfred is a Wayne family butler" the policeman said with a sigh "but yes, we also have a cat named Alfred"

Dick congratulated himself for not saying ours throughout the conversation, he was doing a good job of keeping Jason's cover. Even if the two people in front of him were getting a bit infuriating.

Maybe he shouldn't have randomly interrupted Jason after he faced a Scarecrow attack, but he had a huge craving for waffle fries, and both Alfred and Jason were the only ones who knew how to make them correctly.

"Doesn't that get confusing quickly?" Danny said, feeling a bit queasy from all the going back and forth, the rich really did have weird traditions.

"Probably, my little brother loved Alfred the butler and decided to name the cat after him" Dick shrugged, there was nothing that could be done when Damian decided to name his new pets after something, and as long as Alfred didn't get offended by it, it was fine.

"Rich people really do have weird hobbies" Danny whispered to Jason as he handed over more of the potato wedges.

"Yeah, I don't know how they handle all the luxury" Jason whispered back with a grin.

He was well aware that his older brother was listening to him perfectly, but he didn't care. He really didn't know how they managed to bear all the luxury and details that the mansion had, there were times when it was too much.

Deciding not to mention their conversation, Dick began to evaluate them. They seemed quite comfortable with each other, even if Danny really needed the physical contact he thought Jason would be more reluctant to accept.

Could it be that his brother was in love?

"Here are your waffle fries Dick" Jason put the perfectly done fries in front of the police officer, who looked at them with stars in his eyes.

"You're a kitchen angel!" Dick exclaimed as he began to eat them, they tasted as good as he remembered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jason huffed as he put another two batches of fries in front of him and Danny, they were more irregular in shape and indistinct, but Jason didn't seem bothered about it.

Danny's heart raced as he realized Jason was specifically eating the potatoes he'd cut up, even if they didn't look like they should. He couldn't help but smile as he stole a few.

"Hey Doll, don't be a thief" Jason slapped the hand who was stealing from him as he pushed the fries away from the halfa's reach.

"I'm not the one insulting a police officer" Danny grumbled under his breath as he decided to stick with his perfectly cooked slice of waffle fries that Jason had handed him. They were very well made but he wanted the effort of both of them.

Jason ignored the pleading face Danny was sending him as he ate the misshapen fries, he didn't know why he felt possessive towards them but he did.

"But he wasn't insulting me" said Dick, confused by the comment, although it was a bit unintelligible due to the amount of fries he had in his mouth at that moment.

"He called you Dick and multiple variants of it a couple of times" Danny pointed out in confusion, that was obviously an insult.

"Besides, don't be an animal and swallow before you speak" Jason scolded.

"You read that my name was Richard but you don't know that my nickname is Dick?" The policeman said in disbelief, maybe the boy was bad at investigation.

"Did any of your friends hate you? Or did your parents?" Danny asked with concern, surely no one would choose that nickname voluntarily.

"I have no idea what you're implying, I had a very good family, and my friends loved me very much" Dick replied, narrowing his eyes.

"Did you choose that nickname willingly?" The halfa told him worried "Did you know what you were getting yourself into?"

"I'm not from this country, I came in a circus" Dick rolled his eyes "and my nickname is beautiful, thank you very much"

"Beautiful for a big Di-" Danny tried to say but was stopped by Jason putting a hand over his mouth and shaking his head. Well, he supposed he'd let the circus boy go for once.

"Anyway, I'm here to report that Nightwing will visit later to update you on the cure" Dick informed.

"Nightwing must be a nosy vigilante" Jason scoffed as he finished his fries.

"And how do you know about him? Is it some Bruce Wayne secret?" Danny asked suspiciously, communication with those bats (glorified furries) was weird.

"No, it's because I work in Blüdhaven with him" The police officer quickly denied, the less this paranoid boy knew the better.

"Uh, but if you work there, why do you come here to ask Jason about Hood? He shouldn't be part of your jurisdiction." Danny narrowed his eyes, catching a hint of a lie.

"Oh, it's just that I found out they had a close relationship" Dick tried to fix the problem "and since I'm familiar with Gotham because I lived here, the cops send me every time they have a problem"

Jason knew that everything his older brother was saying at that moment was nonsense. He simply hoped that Danny would buy it without commenting too much.

"I understand what you mean" Danny nodded understanding the situation, he assumed that the police had found out about Jason's relationship with Hood, so they sent an outside officer to confirm if the rumors were true.

"Yes, totally" although he was surprised that Danny believed his words, Dick accepted it, even if he had a feeling he was feeding another bizarre theory.

Everyone already knew about their relationship or is Gotham very gossipy? Danny wondered

"Thank you very much for the fries, Chef Jay" Dick nodded, waving his empty plate "it was delicious as always."

"Sadly I can't get rid of you if I don't feed you," Jason grumbled as he leaned back on Danny's head.

"Although I'm glad your coexistence is going well, I still have to inform the bats so" The policeman pointed to the door "wait for a visit very soon, bye!"

With that said, the officer ran out of the apartment, though Danny swore he was holding back the urge to jump buildings. But that made no sense, not everyone in Gotham had to be weird.

"You have very strange friends" the halfa commented to Jason once the policeman was out of sight.

"Friends who don't even know how to lock the door" Jason complained looking at how he had turned out his apartment "Don't stay too comfortable, one of the bats is going to come here later"

"One of the furries? I think I can handle it" Danny sneered, he had lived with Tucker all his life, another furry shouldn't be a problem.

"I don't think you understand, they're very nosy Doll" Jason frowned worriedly, stroking his hand "they'll want to know everything"

"Well, all we're going to tell them is that you're making me fat like the witch from Hansel and Gretel" Danny replied with a smirk.

"I'm much prettier than the witch in a story" Jason sneered with a smile on his face.

"Of course, you're much sexier, and comfortable," Danny said, though he regretted speaking "I mean, compared to the witch who's probably totally wrinkled and toothless"

"Don't try to improve it, the beginning was fine" Jason smiled shaking his head, amused "but my food is so much better than some cheap candy"

"Sure, your fabulous five star food that none of us poor mortals are worthy of" Danny said dramatically, pretending to faint.

"You really enjoy my food, don't you?" Jason said happily. Something inside of him felt irrefutably glad that both Dick and Danny were enjoying everything he made, even if it was simple things "lunch could be better though, you need more than potatoes."

"I don't think so, I usually eat very little, I think that if you keep feeding me I won't be able to stand it" the halfa said sadly.

Since his food was usually combined with a lot of ectoplasm, he didn't need to eat that often. But since he wouldn't be taking his daily dose with Johnny it was unlikely his stomach would get used to so much food all at once.

Even if he loved Jason's cooking he couldn't handle more than small meals, the pancakes and potatoes were fine, even if they were heavy they were in small quantities, but he couldn't handle anything more than that. Perhaps dinner.

"What do you mean? Your friend makes sure you eat, right?" Jason asked worriedly, he knew very well how to adjust to an eating rhythm when you weren't used to it, but he thought it wasn't Danny's case.

"My friend has only been here a short time," Danny hastened to explain, a little embarrassed, "just like my…neighbor, she's the one who sends me food."

The halfa didn't know how to correctly explain her relationship with ghosts; they were technically friends, but they were enemies at one point, and some still feuded with him on a regular basis.

Even if they had explained to him that fighting was a way for the ghosts to unite, he was still a bit annoyed that no one had explained it to him in the first place, so yes, his relationship with them was quite complicated. Since they were from a nearby dimension, he guessed that neighbors was the correct term. Lunch could also be called a friend, but it felt a bit weird.

"What? I thought he cooked your meals, or you did" Jason said, growing increasingly worried by the endless number of new revelations.

"Neither of us knows how to cook" Danny denied "our mutual neighbor brings us some food from our hometown to get us through the week, my friend just makes sure I really eat it"

"Isn't that dangerous? What if she starts avoiding Gotham? This place isn't bees and flowers, it's normal for tourists to refuse to visit" Jason asked, stroking the halfa's hand to comfort himself.

"I don't think that's the case," Danny said after thinking about it for a moment. He doubted any of the ghosts were scared of Gotham. They were almost impossible to kill and the blood flowers had long since been extinct.

Unless Gotham has an excellent groundskeeper, they have nothing to fear here.

That just added to Jason's worries, Danny was confident that someone else would enter Gotham on a monthly basis to bring him some food.

"I'm going to teach you how to cook, there is no other alternative" the vigilante declared suddenly "but moving on to the next topic, how much do you eat a day?"

Jason needed to adjust his rations according to the response he gave him. He'd been cooking carelessly, having fun, that he'd forgotten that Danny might have some dietary need, or some special need.

"It's okay Jay" Danny assured him, tightening his grip on his hands "most of my allergies are covered, and I only eat small amounts but it's pretty normal, you shouldn't worry."

"I was speaking out loud, wasn't I?" Jason wailed when he noticed his mistake.

"Sure, but you were just worried" Danny comforted him "it's normal Jay, if it makes you feel better I'll tell you what I usually eat"

Jason wasn't thrilled to find out Danny just forgot to eat, but he drank his "green tea" daily, which apparently wasn't a tea he could get his hands on since it was originally from his hometown, which he deeply refused to talk about.

Given the amount of trouble Babs had been having getting into his city network, he could understand the caution a bit. Even if it was extremely rare.

Jason wondered if he should use the gas excuse to kidnap him for a couple of days. After all, the universities within Gotham had plenty of policies to make up fouls for Rogue attacks

Danny wouldn't mind staying at his house for a couple of days, would he?

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Annd tag time, this update is a bit longer than normal but I love the number and needed to go for it, supposedly this is 7777 from Chapter 7 so welcome to the Jackptot! I hope you liked it!

I'll dig into the fangs later, but yeah, a part of Danny is very hungry and Jason is unconsciously feeding it, although it's kind of mutual since he's healing him so it's okay.

Johnny and Amorpho are going to get into a lot of trouble in the next chapter, and here comes the big brother! Danny is too distracted when he wants to lol

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